The meaning of living| Yoonmin

7

I lay on my bed waiting for dinner. Yoongis not back yet. I cuddle into my bear. I hear the door open.

"Jimin you in here?" Yoongi asks.

I raise my arm to announce my presence.

"Okay." He mutters.

"I'm pretty good at hiding." I say sitting up.

"I could tell." He says sitting on his bed.

It's been 5 days since I got here. Yoongis gotten a lot more comfortable around me. He'll actually talk to me while looking at me.

"I still haven't asked, who got you that bear?" He asks.

"My sister did." I answers.

"Ah." He says putting his journal in his side drawer.

"So do you want to tell me anymore of your problems?" He asks.

"If you tell me one of yours." I say.

"Okay. I have depression." He says.

"That's a big one." I mumble.

"Now you have to tell me a big one." He suggests.

I take a deep breath before pulling up my sleeves up showing my scares.

"Oh my god jimin." He covers his mouth with his hand.

"That's what everyone says." I mutters pulling them back down.

"When's the last time you did it?" He asks.

"2 nights ago." I look down at my lap.

"Why do you do it?" He asks.

"That's another one of my things." I state.

"I can't eat In front of people because I'm afraid they'll judge me, you go." He insists.

"I have self esteem issues." I say.

"Is there a reason?" He asks.

"My step dad will insult me, hit me, tell me in worthless and another thing." I explain.

"You're not worthless." He says.

"Yeah sure." I say I play with my fingers.

"You're not." His insists.

The door opens and it's the staff bringing our food.

Thank you for getting me out of that.